trauma-rama.

yesterday, we left work early to go get my car registered in kansas. i know what you're all thinking..."ok, you've been living there for a year, slacker." well, i had already received my renewal for california when i first moved here, so being the lazy brat i am, i just renewed in california and decided to wait it out until this year to register in kansas.

ANYWAY. we got to the county treasurer office at 3:15. the inspection office closes at 3:30. if you're not there by 3:20, they won't check out your car. so, i am already frazzled from being what i think is "late" and john is being way too calm for me. we pass 50 parking places, and park all the way to the right of the entrance. by now, i am PISSED. i mean, it's pouring rain, i am stressed AND now i have to walk in the down pour. after we park, i notice the khp (kansas highway patrol) officer coming towards my car and i begin to understand. you see, in california, you take your car elsewhere for it's inspection and bring the paperwork to the dmv - this whole kansas thing is weird to me.

the khp officer checks out the car, gives us the paperwork we need and we dart into the office. we get to the title registration office and i realize that between the car and the office, i have dropped the paperwork that the khp officer had filled out - so, john runs out into the rain to find my inspection forms. returns in what seems to have been 20 minutes and the thing is SOAKED. i then blurt out - "i need a xanax!" which was not the best thing to say around the khp, but, whatever. we pay our inspection fee and move on to the "license plate" line. WHAT? a license plate line? in california, you register your car and they send you your plates a few weeks later. i am telling you. backwards folks, here.

moral of the story? my car now has kansas plates. it's really traumatic.